“What the hell is a streaky?” The bartender lays the glass of honey liquid in front of him. Jason picks it up and takes a small sip. Smooth.

Kara eating his last slice of pocket pizza

He wasn’t a fan of cats. “Ah yes. The infamous streaky the cat.” Holds his glass up, “cheers to you and streaky.”

He is funny.

“I was being facetious. But yes thank you.” He takes another small sip. The burning sensation felt good as it went down his throat. The weather was still chilly. It was the quickest way to warm up.

It’s coffee time

"𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕠'𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘?" •°☆Editor and Chief Reporter of Gotham Gazzette•°☆ ☆Automatically, better than you~☆

With a bemoan groan, “What did I do this time?”

So childish. “And that is….”

An exhausted sigh. “Trynna keep my distance.”

A soft furrow of the brows, “you know why.”

Always so childlike what she wants something, or has an unwanted ~need~. “Spit it out.”

To be honest, the man she spoke of was nothing but a distant and long forgotten about memory. “To an extent…” Curious to why she was bringing him up randomly.

It was simple, “Work.” But also an escape from this hellscape of a city that was nothing but cruel memories. Everytime he stepped foot on Gothams soil, it was like a rush of bad memories pouring over him. “Gotta pay the bills some how.”

He heard that. And like he would ever ask anyone for help. The complexities of her family dynamic were…well…disturbing. He always thought he had it rough. Without trying to show too much emotion, “care to explain?”

ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴏᴛ…ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ.

He remains standing, staring down at her. That was a whole lot of information in very few words. A whole lot to piece together. Things were never straight forward with her. “So…what ya sayin is…you’ve been…busy?”

An eyebrow raises for a split second. He notices the slightly awkward gesture of her hands. Even though they’ve known each other for many years, the random reunions were always…interesting to say the least. “Does anything mundane ever occur in your life or is it always chaos?”